We got our errands done and we went to visit Gramps and she was a good girl the whole way through. I didn’t even have a fight to get her dressed once I pulled out that purple and blue dress.
We got home and she helped Grandma plant some flowers. She listened and followed the steps and I was very impressed with how well she did.
She washed her hands when we came inside just like I asked her to, and we had a nice lunch.
We went upstairs for some quiet time and I fell asleep but she didn’t, so she got into a few things, but nothing important. She moved the fruit from one bowl to another, she put carrot sticks in strange places. It was fine, except for me feeling like a terrible mother for being in a position like that.
We walked together to check the mail, we stopped at the park on the way home and we decided to get the kiddy pool out when we got back.
And right there all hell broke loose.
She disobeyed, she did things after I’d asked her not to, she kicked and slapped and me, she yelled. She pushed things off the table onto the floor, she dumped a glass of water onto the floor.
The afternoon and evening were just hard.
And then, in the evening, I was walking around Chapters, having a bit of a break, trying to move out of that bad place, and I was walking around the kids’ section and I almost started to cry. I was so mad at her and at the same time so completely overwhelmed with love. I felt crazy.
But she’s my girl.